Why Me? poetry by Mark Wilson at Spillwords.com
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Why Me?

Why Me?

written by: Mark Wilson

 

Why am I not the same as I was before?
I’m not old I’m only 54
Other people are still running around
My feet feel like they’re nailed to the ground
When I do things it takes me ages
And I have to do them in many stages
Nothing is as simple as it used to be
What will the future hold I’ll just wait and see
I feel my body is shutting down
All I seem to do these days is frown
My smile has gone away
Maybe it’ll come back one day
Until then I’ll just have to be sad
It’s things like this that make me quite mad
I used to be a really happy bloke
Who liked a good laugh and a joke
But those days are gone
Where did it all go wrong
I used to smile all the time
But now I feel like I’m at the end of the line
Just waiting for my call to come
Then I know I’ve not won

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